Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became standing room only once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble across to the park opposite the street, where I believed I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I returned home passing the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and the big container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.